They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so you might as well make an occasion of it every now and then. The Wolseley is my place to go to when I'm in need of morning sustenance, something more than my usual fayre of desiccated chipboard and vapid crispbreads, something that will get me through the day, whilst I am trip-trotting around town.
"Breakfast is everything. The beginning, the first thing. It is the mouthful that is the commitment to a new day, a continuing life," writes A. A. Gill in his book, 'Breakfast at The Wolseley'
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We were in fact up with the larks, to see the Summer Exhibition at the Royal Academy but after spying The Wolseley from across the road I simply couldn't walk past. It calls out to me you see, like the dawn siren, sitting atop a rock of Eggs Benedict, within a demitasse of foaming espresso, luring me in to feed.
The Wolseley was originally born as the grand car showroom for Wolseley Motors in 1919, going on to become the No.160 Piccadilly branch of Barclays Bank from 1927 until 1999, then becoming a grand European styled cafe in 2003.
Renown for being Lucian Freud's favourite dinner venue, I glanced across to table 32 wondering what he might have ordered tonight. In my head I pre-ordered the Coulibiac of Salmon for him, we then opted for the Full English, with lashings of Americano before crossing the road to waddle around the Royal Academy.
I couldn't choose between these two photos whilst capturing the front elevation of the building. I love the first image but when the traffic lights turn red outside the Ritz Hotel, they release a throng of tourists and these four dapper chaps doing their rendition of the Abbey Road crossing. I love it. I love London. I love you all. Good Morn!